She was a beautiful woman with shoulder length black hair, long shapely legs, beautifully rounded breasts that stood proudly on her chest and were big enough to notice but not enough to make her top heavy. A man could get lost in her mesmerizing green eyes. Sadly, for Roy, Ellen was married. Although, the way she flirted with him suggested she could be had. However, he merely chalked it off to their close friendship. Also, he had no desire to have an affair with a married woman.
Ellen and Roy were both school principals; she elementary and he the middle school that hers fed. Their campuses were down the street from each other, and they frequently met at meetings and other school system events.
When they weren't flirting, Ellen was constantly prodding Roy to find a woman. He was single and didn't really have the time nor the desire to play the dating game. That was not to say he was not interested in women. He did want a relationship at some point, particularly if he could find someone like Ellen. But for now, he was content.
Ellen had made some feeble efforts to fix him up, but he had easily thwarted those and urged her to discontinue further attempts. She hadn't tried in a while.
As her school let out before his, she frequently dropped by his on her way home just to visit. He was always happy to see her both because they saw eye to eye on school system policies, and after dealing with kids all day, it was nice to have another adult who was an equal rather than a subordinate to talk to. The fact that she was gorgeous didn't hurt either.
Ellen dressed well, particularly since their schools were in well-to-do neighborhoods. She did her best to show off her attributes without appearing trashy, and she cleverly chose tastefully short dresses and skirts or low-cut, but not too low, tops, but never both together. Roy was hard-pressed to choose which he liked her in better, so when she appeared in his office with a short, form-fitting dress, he was not disappointed.
Roy had female teachers and office staff who could almost be competition for Ellen, but he was careful not to pay too much attention to them since they worked for him. Last thing he needed was harassment charges.
"Well, you look as delicious as ever," Roy greeted when Ellen dropped down in a chair facing his desk. Of course, the hem of her dress rode up her leg, but as she had closed the door behind her and most of the staff was gone, she didn't bother to fix it. It made him wonder why she was like that with him.
"Yours for the taking."
She was always making similar statements, but she did it in a tongue-in-cheek manner, so he never took her seriously, not that he would take her anyway. "How was your day?"
"Usual bullshit. Sometimes I wonder why I ever wanted to become a principal."
"Hell, I wonder that every day."
Neither really meant it. It was just their way of blowing off steam, something people in their positions could only do with kindred spirits.
"But nothing a good martini wouldn't cure."
"Amen to that," Roy agreed. "That's the bad thing about working in a school. Can't keep a bottle in your desk."
"Who says you can't?" Ellen asked in all seriousness.
She almost got him, but he caught himself. He knew her well enough to know she wouldn't do that.
Her phone rang. "Excuse me. It's just Darryl." Her husband. "Hey." She listened. "Oh, okay. Here with Roy. We were just talking about needing a martini." She listened a while longer. "Okay, I'll ask." To Roy, "A friend of Darryl's gave him some trout just caught today. Wanna come for dinner? He said he'll have the martinis ready."
"I don't want to impose."
"You're not imposing. You're being invited. It's Friday. It's time to unwind. Let's go."
"Okay," Roy reluctantly agreed. "Got a couple of things to finish up. I'll be along shortly."
"You better."
Roy did have some work to complete which only took a few minutes. He stopped at the grocery on the way to buy a couple of bottles of Chardonnay, then headed to Ellen's. Truth was, he could enjoy a good meal and some libation.
* * *
Roy had been to Ellen and Darryl's home a few times, but never spontaneously like this. He was quite taken when she answered the door. She had changed into a jean skirt that was shorter than the dress she'd had on, and a really low-cut top that she was almost bubbling out of.
To his wide-eyed expression, Ellen asked, "What? Never seen tits before?"
"Not like that."
"Yours for the taking."
"If only."
"Well, if you like these, you'll love . . . Pam, come meet Roy."
Feeling duped, Roy shot Ellen a look of annoyance. "Ellen, I've asked you—" but he halted when an equally as beautiful redhead appeared dressed very similarly. Her deep blue eyes were nearly as hypnotic as Ellen's. She was slightly taller than Ellen, so her breasts were a bit larger. Her fair skin was dotted with freckles that covered both her beautiful face, her chest and the amount of her tits that were exposed.
Pam extended her hand. "I'm Pam."
Taking her hand, he muttered, "Roy."
"Pam is an old friend," Ellen explained. "She's an instructional coach at a school on the other side of town."
"So, that's it?" Roy asked. "You've run out of women on this side of town. Now, you're branching out?"
"What's he talking about?" Pam asked.
"You don't
know?"
Roy questioned. "She's always got a plan to fix me up."
Now Pam shot Ellen a look. "Seriously?"
"We just invited the two of you for dinner," Ellen explained. "That's all. If you take a liking to one another, all the better."
Shaking his head, Roy said, "You're incorrigible. I was promised a martini."
"Yeah, I could use one of those," Pam agreed.
They followed Ellen into the kitchen to greet Darryl, who was already pouring the mixture.
Roy couldn't help noticing Darryl's eyes on Pam like magnets. If Ellen noticed, she didn't seem to care. She was more intent on Roy.
As Darryl started to flirt with Pam, Roy said to Ellen, "So, this was all a set-up?"
"Not entirely. Pam was on this side of town for a meeting, so we told her to stop by. Darryl's friend did give him the fish, so it seemed a good opportunity to introduce the two of you."
"Ellen, I really can't stress that I'm not interested in a relationship."
"Just keep an open mind. You never know. You might just hit it off."
"Seems Darryl is more interested in her than I am." Roy nodded in their direction.
"Yeah, he'd
love
to fuck her."
Taken aback by that statement, Roy asked, "That doesn't bother you?"
"Look
at her. Can you blame him? Hell, if I was a guy, I'd want to fuck her, too. And by the end of the night,
you'll
also want to fuck her."
Again, Roy merely shook his head.
They joined Darryl and Pam. And with three educators, the discussion naturally became about school. Darryl managed a furniture store, but he enjoyed cooking, so he had the honor tonight, which gave him something to do, given the topic. For Roy, it was difficult to stay focused with the two beautiful women flaunting their wares. He couldn't remember seeing Ellen dressed so revealing before, so his eyes were bouncing between the women.
He listened to Pam when she spoke and could tell instantly that she was much more than just tits and ass, as was Ellen. In fact, in many ways, she was like Ellen, which probably explained why they were friends. How many times had Roy thought if he could only find a woman like Ellen . . . could Pam be that woman?
The problem was, he really
wasn't
interested in a relationship right now. Was Pam?
After another round of martinis, they sat for dinner at a table barely larger than a card table with Roy and Pam opposite one another. Ellen poured the wine Roy brought, and the meal was delicious.
Ellen tried to steer the conversation around to Roy's and Pam's interests. She knew Roy enjoyed sailing and that Pam liked the outdoors, and while it made for a discussion, it wasn't enough to get the two talking much beyond that.
As they finished eating, Pam started asking Darryl some furniture questions, and the other two listened until Roy felt something on his ankle. Looking down, he saw Ellen's foot rubbing his shin. Looking up sharply, she was merely smiling. He frowned at her and then casually glanced at the other two at the table. He was shocked to see Darryl leaning close to Pam as though whispering. She was tilted toward him, as well, with her elbow on the table, her head resting in her palm. His forearm was flat on the edge of the table, and their proximity was such that the back of his fingers were gently touching the side of her breast. It was unlikely she couldn't feel it, particularly with him doing a little rubbing.
Roy turned back to Ellen. He could tell that she noticed what was going on, but she was still just smiling. He then felt her foot between his legs, first rippling her toes against his scrotum, and then more actively, her arch on his now hard dick. Leaning closer, he whispered, "What's going on here?"
"Just being friendly," she casually answered.
"Seriously? This is more than just being friendly."
"Finished eating?"
Looking down at his empty plate, Roy said, "Yes."
"Let's go open the other bottle of wine." Without waiting for an answer, Ellen got up and headed to the kitchen. Roy obediently followed, noticing that Darryl's fingers had moving closer to the front of Pam's breasts.
When he caught up with her, Ellen already had the corkscrew in the bottle. Seconds later, she was pouring them each another glass. Instead of handing him one, she took both glasses and walked to the living room. Again, Roy dutifully followed. She handed him a glass and sat on the sofa. He promptly set the glass down on the coffee table.
"Okay. I repeat. What's going on here?"
